Quotes About Pain

Reikia laižyti kits kitam žaizdas. Bet jei amžinai laižysi amžinai negyjan?ias žaizdas, tai ir liežuvis sudils.

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

Wären wir Narben, dann wären unsere Erinnerungen die Fäden, die uns zusammenhalten. Du kannst sie nicht zerschneiden. Wenn du das tust, dann reißt es dich entzwei. Aber meine Erinnerungen tun so weh, sagte sie, Ich will vergessen. So vieles einfach vergessen. Wie soll das gehen? Alles, was dir im Leben geschehen ist, geschieht auch heute noch. Was einmal begonnen hat, endet nicht. Da oben in deinem Kopf, da endet es nie.

Somehow she felt hollow, as though her heart was wrenched away from her. She didn't realize it. She hadn't expected it. She loved Fallon.

Compassion asks us to look into our hearts, discover what gives us pain, and then refuse to inflict that pain on anybody else.

But Christina never forgot that "when I was a child, I needed only one person to understand my suffering and pain.… One is very important."5

Bruises fade and bones heal, but a scorched heart may take years to mend.

I suppose you heard him yelling as the doctor set his leg. I never knew there were so many rude words in the English language. Or French, German, Italian, Latin,or....there was another language I didn't quite recognize. Greek.

Money, or the lack of it, haunted him. Oh, not because he had so little. He was, in fact, very wealthy. It was the beggarliness of his companion that caused him the most pain.

But love? True love? As wretched as loneliness could be, it was nothing compared to the pain of betrayal. He'd seen with his own eyes what "love" did to a person—how it built hopes that were rarely, if ever, realized. Falling in love meant being weak, vulnerable to the whims of another.

Well, it's got to be terrible

What's going on? Not much. My mother's falling to pieces, my sister is a selfish bitch and my father's committing slow suicide for sake of his kingdom. That's all.

it at the same time. Dreaded the pain of looking at

The best way to deal with it was to gorge on it, overload himself with the pain until it ceased to have any meaning, and not try to avoid it.

Stop, Drop, and Roll won't work in Hell.

People were outraged. They were glued to their televisions, to their web pages, to their Facebook feeds. They vocally expressed sorrow, horror, fury, pain. They cried for change. They raised money. They demanded action. And then they went back to their lives until the next one happened again.

Dr. Monroe and I realized very gradually that drug addiction is a terminal disease. It is a cancer that eats families alive.

It's the curse of the motherless child. We seek comfort from the very people who do us harm.

They thought vengeance made it easier, when, in fact, all it did was fester the sorrow.

As she limped down the stairs, she considered all the drugs in her backpack. Tramadol, methadone, ketamine, buprenorphine. Mix them all into a pint of tequila and she could get a front-row seat to Kurt Cobain and Amy Winehouse talking about what a douche Jim Morrison could be.

You gotta go through a special kind of hell or a special kind of love to change who you are inside.

badness doesn't come all at once. The dominoes fall over time. You hurt someone by mistake and they let you get away with it. Then you try hurting them on purpose, and they still stick around. And then you realize that the more you hurt them, the better you feel. So you keep hurting them, and they keep hanging on, and the years roll by and you convince yourself that the fact that they still stand by you means that the pain you cause is okay.

Dr. Monroe and I realized very gradually that drug addiction is a terminal disease. It is a cancer that eats families alive." She stood up and walked across the room to the grand piano, saying, "You get to a point where you look around and you ask yourself, 'What is this doing to the rest of my family? What harm am I doing to my other children by concentrating all of my energy on rescuing this one child who will not be saved?

I didn't know how to be with a man who wanted to be with me." The softness had drained away. "I was addicted to Kenny's uncertainty, that niggling little doubt in my gut that made me wonder if I could survive without him. I thought I could fix the pain inside of him. It took me a long time to realize that the pain was inside of me.